Page 34 of It's Always Been You

He tore his lips away. He leaned his forehead against hers; his breathing was heavy and fractious.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispered hoarsely. “God, Cat, tell me to stop . . .”

“Stop,” Caitlin whispered back, for she was frightened of the emotions he had awakened. His eyes darkened, and for a minute she thought he would ignore her plea, but he smiled and brushed her lips lightly.

He withdrew his hand from under her skirt and said, “Right now, I intend to wine and dine you. But I swear, by the end of this evening, you’ll be screaming my name. Whether from my mouth or because I’m deep inside you, we shall see. But—it—will—happen.”

Travis’s lips turn up in a devilish grin as he took a step back. He linked his hand with hers and tugged her beside him. How could he expect her to relax across a table from him after saying such words to her?

Hot.

Dirty.

Words.

She was screwed.

As expected,she couldn’t keep her legs from squirming all throughout dinner. How could she when in between forkfuls of Travis sweetly letting her taste his dish, he was nailing her to her chair with smoldering, sapphire blue eyes?

“Your fish not to your liking?” Travis asked.

“It’s delicious,” Caitlin said as she shoveled a piece of baked cod into her mouth. It lodged in her dry throat, so shetook a gulp of her wine. It helped, but not without discomfort. Travis grinned salaciously.

Kill me now.

“Are you okay, sunshine girl?”

“Fine.”

“Are you sure?” He leaned in closer.

He sat beside her at the table. His hand landed on her knee as he asked the question, but it slid to mid-thigh.

“Travis—”

“What do you need, Caitlin?”

“You’re not playing fair—”

“I don’t intend to—”

She tried to jerk her thigh out of his grasp, but he gripped her leg tighter.

“Uh-uh,” Travis warned. But his eyes were playful. The bastard was enjoying this all too much.

“Travis,” Caitlin hissed. “Stop this game.”

“It’s not a game, babe. I’m just making you aware of your effect on me.” He released her leg, grabbed her hand, and pulled it over his crotch. He was hard.

“Uh—” It appeared he wasn’t comfortable either, and she was thankful for the white table linens that disguised what they were doing.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” Humor disappeared from his face. “But I’m afraid to run you off. Let me make love to you, Caitlin.”

“M-m-ake love?”

His eyes grew tender. “Has there been any doubt, sunshine?”

Was he saying he loved her?

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